When We Were Squaddies

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Fair play to Charlie, he doesn't sweat
until after he hands me the baby.
I pass her to the next in line
and so she moves on until
safely tucked inside
the controlled explosive barrel.
We move back to the edge
of the wood and wait; we're
eating cheese
and pickle sandwiches
when the geese in the field
and the crows in the trees
take off in unison.